Bai Ye didn't know how long he had been unconscious. He only felt that his whole body was sore and weak. His hands and feet were locked with iron chains, and his whole body was tied to a huge pillar.
My head, which was leaning against the pillar, felt a cold and hard touch, and the damp air carried a slight smell of rotten wood.
"Kakaka!"
"Are you sure this is the direction?"
In the haze, Bai Ye vaguely heard a familiar voice coming from a distance.
She tried hard to open her eyes, and then she realized that she was locked in a closed room. Only the faint white light shone in from the dusty window and sprinkled on the old furniture piled together haphazardly.
This is a warehouse.
She looked around with her groggy head and found that the warehouse was very large and filled with all kinds of furniture.
She herself was tied to a thick stone pile, about five meters away from the door. Although she was bound with iron chains and had a certain amount of room for movement, she could only move her limbs briefly and was still unable to escape from the stone pillar.
Bai Ye closed his eyes, trying to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, relying on the transformed bone armor to break the chains. However, his body felt extremely weak, as if it had been hollowed out, and the spiritual power had no response. .
At this moment, Ana Shen’s voice came from outside the house again——
"Is it around here?"
"Click!"
"Are you saying that her psychic power is too weak to be accurately located?"
The sound was much clearer than before, and it sounded like the two sides were no more than a hundred meters apart.
Bai Ye immediately shouted: "Here, I'm here!"
"Ana Shen——"
At this time, Ana Shen and Little Skull happened to come to the open space outside a furniture factory.
The furniture factory has been abandoned for a long time, and old sawdust is spread on the ground, rotting to the point of turning black. The construction steel of the three factory buildings arranged in a Z-shaped pattern also showed signs of rusting and peeling.
The thin mist in the realm covered every corner of the factory, and it was so quiet that you could clearly hear the rustle of wood chips made by your shoes.
"Did you hear anything?"
Ana Shen tilted her head, listened carefully, and looked at the little skeleton and asked.
The little skeleton patted her temples with her hands, and the bones collided with each other, making a crisp clang sound. She tilted her head and looked at Ana Shen, as if to say, "I don't even have ears, so why are I listening?"
Ana Shen touched his nose awkwardly.
She had no ears, so of course she couldn't hear...but how did she understand her own words accurately? By reading lips?
[The essence of language is the transmission of information, and this information is generated by the brain, so when you speak, you yourself will also emit a weak psychic field. 】
The clown said in Shen Yan's mind: [She just captured this spiritual energy, and naturally understood what you wanted to express. Just like when she opens her mouth, she can only make the sound of bones hitting, but you can understand the message she wants to express, which is a truth. 】
"Then the sound I heard was..."
[Before learning certain skills, the psychic energy field touched by everyone's speech is unconscious. This unconscious force field escapes quickly and the propagation distance is much shorter than sound waves. Therefore, it is normal for the little girl not to hear. 】
[I will teach you a way to collect the psychic information escaping in the air to the maximum extent. 】
Immediately afterwards, Ana Shen felt a black spiritual energy gathering above his head. In less than three breaths, a giant disk composed entirely of black spiritual energy appeared above his head.
The black disk is like an old-fashioned satellite receiver, with a concave shape in the middle and the surroundings closing in toward the middle, like a huge black pot.
The moment this black pot stood up, Ana Shen felt several streams of information being passed into his mind.
There was a small rustling sound from the sawdust underfoot.
The wood chips made a slight sound as they broke under the heavy pressure of the shoe soles. The wood chips were red pine and had been separated from the trunk for more than 20 days. The pressure from the leather shoes pressing on the wood chips was 637N.
There was a sound of dripping water coming from the northeast. It was the water tower three hundred meters away, a small amount of water accumulated after a rain.
The water drops are slow and stagnant because too much slimy algae has grown inside the water tower.
One hundred meters due east, three leaves fell from a birch tree in ten seconds. The tree was 18 meters tall. The leaves weighed 0.8g, 1.4g, and 3.7g respectively.
The heaviest leaf is not withered and yellow, it is the leaf of the birch tree that metabolizes itself in order to reduce its own water evaporation.
Although there was no wind in the realm, and there were no other animals or living insects, the information spread out by the only things made Ana Shen's brain hurt like needles.
Under the guidance of the clown, he quickly reduced the size of the black pot and filtered information in a targeted manner.
After a while, I finally got used to it.
[Hahaha, is it fun? 】
[In this world, there are chaotic information flows everywhere, like a whirlpool sea with lightning storms breaking out all the time. You should be glad that you are in a realm, which is isolated from the world and does not have so many lives producing complex enough information flows, otherwise your head would have exploded just now. 】
Ana Shen rubbed Wu Xin and looked a little ugly: "You should have reminded me."
[Aren’t you alive? Teaching by words and deeds is not as good as trying it yourself. It’s better than being curious later, right? 】
"Thank you so much."
Ana Shen stopped paying attention to the clown. He knew that with the clown's bad character, the bigger reason for doing this might just be because he thought it was fun.
He endured the swelling pain in his head and slowly adjusted the direction of the black pot to screen the information flow bit by bit.
A few minutes later, he finally received the distress message again——
"doctor--"
"I'm here! The warehouse..."
Ana Shen looked up. According to the information flow received by Black Pot, Bai Ye was two hundred meters away due north!
This location is a huge warehouse built with metal heat insulation panels.
After confirming the location, Ana Shen immediately picked up the little skeleton and ran towards the warehouse in large strides.
He violently broke open the warehouse door, and sunlight also poured in.
In the center of the warehouse, on a huge carved stone pile, Bai Ye was hung there with his limbs locked against his face.
…
At the same time, the underground experimental base of the Special Affairs Bureau.
One of the soldiers sent to protect Zhang Changlin came back. Also brought back was the tragic video of Times Square.
Professor Qin looked at the video in front of him and played it back and forth three times.
His face looked a little pale under the light of the laboratory, and his mouth was always pursed, showing no expression.
The returning soldier stood next to Professor Qin, breathing carefully.
After a while, Professor Qin silently turned off the video and said, "How is Zhang Changlin?"
The soldier replied: "He was very silent and calm. He collected each corpse first, and then released the video in a very calm manner. He did not do any other extreme behavior."
Professor Qin was silent for a moment and then arranged: "Take a team over immediately. Don't let anyone come into contact with him, and don't let him leave your sight."
"...What if someone comes from the city hall?"
"I mean, anyone!"
"yes!"
The soldier saluted and turned to leave.
At this moment, Chen Yun walked over with a solemn expression: "Professor, please take a look at this first. The Times Square incident has been overturned!"
"overthrow?"
Amid Professor Qin's confusion, Chen Yun had already projected a new video.
In the video, a person, led by three leaders, faced the end and said angrily——
"Here, we want to clarify one thing! The massacre in Times Square does not exist at all!"
"All of these are lies made up by Zhang Changlin for his own selfish desires!"
These three people were Zhang Changfeng, Sun Heng and Jiang Chao who were supposed to die in Times Square!
The three of them stared at the screen fiercely and said through gritted teeth:
"In fact, it was Zhang Changlin who really wanted to kill us, but we survived!"
